I'm a little late telling this story, but here goes:

The other day during lunch in school I was sitting with my friends TJ, Brittney, and Megan. Brittney is being harassed by this one kid in our school, Max. He's like calling her a man, ugly, fat, etc - it's really quite horrible because Brit is an awseome person.
So anyway, Max comes up for the millionth time that lunch period as he always does on A Days and drops off a nasty note/picture for Brit to read.
This millionth time that he walked up the other day, TJ got pissed.
He stood up and was all like, "Cracker, go back to your seat!"
It was SOOOO funny! Everyone at our table was hysterically laughing after that.
For those that don't know, cracker is like the name for white people. You know, like nigga/nigger (I'm not calling ANYONE that. I'm just saying. No offence is meant to anyone by that word.) is the word for black people.
So like usually only black people call white people cracker, but now TJ just called another white person a cracker - it was hilariously funny. Because he just got upset and said that out of no where.
I can not even BEGIN to describe just how funny it really was. You HAD to be there to really, really understand.
Anyway, now I'm laughing my ass off again. Good times, good times...

I was talking to my friend, Melanie over MSN. This is how the conversation went::::

A = Arianna
M = Melanie

M: I need 'nannas
A: ?? :O :/ :S
M: Potassium
A: Ah....I see
M: Goody
A: Wait, no I don't see!
M: Your blind?!
A: Ahhhh!!! I don't want to be blind!
M: Nooo!
A: Oh, wait. I'm not blind. Oppsies!
M: Yay!
A: Hahahahaha!
M: !!!!!
A: So why you need 'nannas?
M: I....don't know :O
A: Okay :)
M: Lolzers!
A: Peace out. Nighterz.
M: Yes, yes. Bye :D
*End chat as I logged off*

^^^This is my imaginary friend Kevin.

(PS: He's invisible. That's why you can't see him or anything else. Duh)

(PSS: This post is supposed to be random and stupid.)

Let's see...today was boring as hell!
But Intro to Design was pretty fun today. All we did all day was work on banners and posters for the homecoming parade this Saturday - which, in my case, is a lot more fun than sewing and stuff like that. I much prefer to draw or sketch or paint or something.
What else...um...oh! Today in lunch my friend Becka just started hysterically laughing out of no where. Which made everyone else, including moi, start laughing hysterically aswell. So funny. It still makes me giggle just thinking about it.
Hm....I'm texting Kourtni, Josh, Corey, Brandon, Ariel, and Melanie right now. Thank God Josh finally texted me back this morning. Thank God, thank God, thank God.
In other news, me and Kourtni are going to my homecoming dance together. The dance is this friday night. I wasn't going to go at first but then Kourtni brought up the idea of her coming with me, of course I couldn't turn down that offer. Me and K can have fun in even the most boring or annoying circumstances.
I'm going shopping for my homecoming dress and shoes and all that later today, with my mommy. Kourtni might be coming too; if her mom gets home from work early enough, that is.


So, yeah...that's about all I have to update you guys on. I might post some more pictures later, though.

Me and CJ acting like dorks while everyone else was out for Caleb and Logan's baseball practices.

If you actually read the email you'd see the part about 'I love you a bushel and a peck...yada yada yada, etc etc etc.'
That is an on-going inside joke between me and my Grumpy. He's been singing that little diddy (song) to me ever since I was really little.
Over time I've come to love it because it's actually kinda funny that he just breaks out singing that song to me out of no where.
And most of the time, oddly enough, it makes me smile. I makes me happy. And even when I'm at my most unhappy it can cheer me up in the blink of an eye.
I don't know what I'm going to do when he dies. Because I've come to accept the fact he won't live forever.
He's in his 60's now. Smokes. Has been in and out of the hospital a lot recently. And just a few years ago the doctor said he might only have six years to live.
Loosing him will destroy me more than loosing anyone else would. He is the only person in my family that doesn't judge me these days. God, there are so many things I could say about him but it would take up the amount of space as a large novel so I'll just leave it at that.